A U S E T
the story
Written by Akua Auset
“Once upon an eternal, superwomen and goddesses walked the Earth . . .
and I was one of them.”
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A crisply cool jasmine-scented breeze top noted with chlorophyll blows through a lush rainforest onto our backs. We are an enchantingly beautiful band of women stepping onto cool white, glistening sands. The elegant feet of our tribe progress in a slow, flowing cadence toward the calm shores at the closing twilight hour of a full moon in Aquarius. Our exquisite feet are a spectrum of hues, some bare-toed and tattooed, some bejewel-toed and others soled in beast skins. Our faces are immaculately painted in gold, silver, copper and titanium while we giggle on the sands at sunrise, dancing to the majestic sounds of sistrum, finger cymbal, lyre and harp. We are an omniwork of benevolent goddesses who bring life to everything we touch and women of super power who can produce any and everything we desire to fathom. As the Sun rises to illuminate the planet, our majestic beauty is revealed to a garden of femininity like silky flower petals dotting the milky sands in rose, crimson, mandarin, citrine, peridot, violet and topaz.
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Year: 3,000,500 B.C.E. Gregorian Calendar
“YOU F*CKING BLOODY QUNT! Get back here!”
A girl of fourteen is abruptly awakened from her sleep and darts up onto her hands. She opens her eyes to a dark red hazy sky. Her hands are supported by the cold stone beneath her. There is a foul while odd scent in the air.
“I said get back here! I’m gonna kill you.”
The voices are coming nearer while the startled-awake young girl jumps to her feet and runs into a nearby dark cave to hide from harm. A high-pitch shriek travels through the air closer and closer to the cave while the young girl trembles and looks behind her, in front of her, above and below. She doesn’t know where she is, how she got there, who she is and w ho are these people?
“Get away from me. NO! You’re NOT gonna feed on ME. I’m free!”
The two characters are now in full view to the young girl. Heart pounding like a djembe, she trembles in terror praying not to be discovered by them.
The brut finally catches up to the one he pursues and grabs a lock of her flowing hair and wraps it around his left hand as she is yanked to her back on the cold stone ground. The woman screams so loudly the young girl’s ears begin to ring. The brut grunts as he mounts her while she kicks, bites and hisses at him. With his right hand he pulls out a jagged quartz crystal and smashes it into her forehead and she falls limp. He rips the chain off of her neck to free the key that dangles between her breasts. His grunts and breath becomes heavier and heavier with anticipation. His mouth is salivating and his nose is dripping as if he is starving. His body is shaking with hunger while he fiddles with the key. It falls to the ground and he growls. He picks the key from the cold stone from beside her cool and clammy thigh. Key in right hand, left hand on the lock, key engaged, the lock opens to the sacral garment that protects her sacral life force.
This monster of a being flings the outer flaps of the steel garment to expose her delicate pale skin. He grunts with heat and fever in anticipation of his hunger being satiated. Knealing at her pelvis, he pushes the limp woman’s body so that her naked opening is exposed to his face and mouth. He places his foaming hot mouth at her opening and inhales for at least six seconds. He takes a break as his head and eyes rolls back in his head. He goes down for another inhale, this time he inhales in a staccato rhythm to draw out as much of her flowing life force as he can take in, in a breath. Each time he inhales the creature’s stomach grows and glows. He continues to nourish himself through the inhalations of the sacral life force of the girl until he is full. With his final extraction he let’s out a hearty, “Ahhhh…” and drops back into a coma-like slumber.
As the young girl in the cave is watching she is traumatized, face streaming with tears. She can’t believe what she’s just witnessed and doesn’t understand where she is, how she got there, what this place is and who are these strangers?
It is now divinely quiet…utter silence.
A crawling creature from the side of the mountain with two front legs and a long tail slithers up and onto the sleeping brut. In the deepest sleep, he doesn’t budge. This is the moment the young girl needs. She knows she must get away now, before he comes to. Although she’s unsure of where she would even, she must get away from this scene.
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, the young girl very slowly tip toes out of the cave then she hears a soft-quiet voice calling out, “Please help me.”
The victim is still alive? The girl pauses for a moment wondering what to do. Leave quickly? Try to pick up the brutalized woman?
She calls out again: “Please help me.”
The young girl slowly walks toward the woman and now that she’s up close sees that it’s just a young girl like herself with a swelling and bloody forehead. The air is distinctly foul. The young girl hunches over the girl’s body quietly to collect the key from the ground and close the flaps of the sacral garment. She wraps her arms around the chest of the young girl to pick her up. She’s heavy, it’s awkward but both girls at a sacred hush make their way away from the scene of the brutal event. The brutalized young girl feels heavy on her shoulder while she’s between consciousness with only one eye to see.
“Where can I take you?”
With a very weak voice, the brutalized girl utters a broken directive:
“ . . . other side of this mountain at the shore
. . . a secret sanctuary
. . . will be looking for me
. . . make back before
. . . stronghold
. . . entrance for the night.”
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The girls journey quickly down the cold stone mountain toward the misty shore in the dark red hazy night. “Just around there. The door is concealed in stone.”
The girls arrive to the other side of the mountain at the shore where there was a solid obsidian quartz door covered in moss sea algae. “Here. We’re here.”
The brutalized girl put the center palm of her right hand on the stone and said “Aya Qunta.” Nothing happened. “My sacral force is low.” She rubs the center palms of both of her hands together as if she were trying to warm her hands. She lays both hands on the cold black stone and repeats, “Aya Qunta.”
The gargantuan black stone opens to a dark cave. She limps in as she leans on the young girl’s right arm. The stone entrance closes behind them quickly and as they progress deep into the cave there is light. The deeper into the cave they journey, there is light. The warmth of the light relaxes them. The air is filled with flying columbines whose bodies glow like little suns. As the girls enter the main hall they are greeted by women and girls of all hues and ages with sacral glow who hurry toward the girls in horror when they see how brutally injured their sister is. There is wailing, tears while two elder women take her off the arm of the young girl and carry her away.
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A single flying columbine soars through the dark red night air northbound to the other side of the cold stone mountain. All is still in the night as the glow from its little body lights up a path to survey the Full Moon abductions. From the sky view, the sacral glow of five bound girls in single-file are surrounded by quartz-clubbed soldiers dressed in black skins.
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In the main hall of this secret sanctuary, a gentle man leads the group away while the young girl stands in front of two women who remain. Lily says to Gardenya “I’ll go and tend to Mwasi. Gardenya please take the girl into Amethyst and I’ll meet you in METAMOORPHOSE shortly.
“Come with me dear. Let’s get you refreshed.” Gardenya is a stunning raven-haired beauty with the eyes of a wise woman who smells of jasmine and patchouli. The flying columbines illuminate the steps of the pair into a beautiful lavender-scented room made of amethyst quartz and selenite. There is a ground-level bed, chair and table with a gold vessel of water, small gold bowls of exotic fruit, nuts, seaweed and a gold platter of tiny vessels.
“Here."
Gardenya directs her hand toward the bed for the young girl to sit while she will take the chair across from the bed. Gardenya walks over to the cabinet opens the door and extracts a gold goblet, delicately closes the door and walks over to the vessel of water and slowly fills it.
“Please dear. Drink.”
The young girl hesitantly takes the goblet while looking at the tattoo on the palms of Gardenya’s hands. She takes a sip and places the goblet down on the table in front of her. What in the world happened to Mwasi?”
“She was attacked by a this . . . this, creature, beast-like monster and”… The young girl begins to cry “he did very strange things to her. I don’t understand what happened. He hit her with a big stone and…she stops the recounting of the story to change her stream of thought remembering that she’s in a strange place with strange people with even stranger events that are occurring.
“I’m so confused. This whole thing is like a nightmare, I don’t know what this place is and I don’t know how I got here. Why am I here? I don’t remember!!!”
Frightened, anxious and bewildered the young girl begins to hyperventilate. Gardenya slowly walks over to the bed to sit next to her and puts her arm around the young girl’s shoulder and begins to delicately caress the girls hand.
“There, there it’s ok dear. It’s going to be ok. You’re safe. Have no worries. Here . . . take a deep breath. All is well.
Tears begin to flow from the young girl’s eyes as she raises her hands to cover her beautifully sad face.
Gardenya puts her hand on the young girl’s stomach and says “let’s count to four together and breathe.”
Here with me now. Let’s breathe. Take a slow deep breath, through the nose and letting your tummy fill up. Let’s pause for two and slowly release through your nose to the count of four. Release all the fear, anxiety and sadness with me.”
The young girl breathes as Gardenya instructs and the rhythm of her breathing begins to slow. Gardenya takes one of the tiny vessels and pours a drop into a larger vessel. “Here dear, drink a bit of this.
Gardenya stands realizing that this is not the time to pursue the unfolding of this mysterious tragedy. She gathers the bedding and directs the young girl to recline.
Gardenya maternally runs her hands over the young girls thick, dark locks. Rest awhile Beloved One. Don’t worry you are safe now. No one and nothing can hurt you now.”
The elixir is having a quick effect as the young girl surrenders to the moment and into a deep sleep. Gardenya motions for all but two of the flying columbines to exit the room with her leaving it subtly illuminated and cozy quiet.
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Two flying columbines lead us down and around a labyrinth-like hall to META MOOR PHOSE, a temple in this hidden sanctuary of crystal. There is a sign that reads “Resurrection In Progress” on the crystal door.
Gardenya’s tattooed, crystal and precious metal bejeweled right hand taps on the door and then her lovely feet enter into the sanctum. There are flying columbines surrounding the veiled circular tent like christmas lights. Through the netting she can see three figures standing around Mwasi lying on the inverted pod in a deep sleep. The scent of palo santo fills the air with a hint of sage as Gardenya steps up onto the altar to join Lily, Jasmine and Lysander.
“Ahhh . . . good you’re here. We’re ready to begin.” says Lysander
Gardenya: Perfect. The guest is resting, deeply.”
Lily: We’ve already bathed her and cleared her etheric. Just a few more moments in inversion and we can continue.”
The four gather all of the necessities for Mwasi’s Resurrection Odyssey: a libation vessel of spirits, a vessel of water, soil, a candle and the Sacred Beauty Texts. A representative for each of the five elements: Ether, Air, Water, Earth and Fire.
Lysander lowers Mwasi from inversion to horizontal, level with the four in circle now on their knees. He sits beside Lily as the cleansing bowl is passed around to Jasmine and then Jasmine hands the bowl to Gardenya who then passes it on to Lysander who has now settled in beside his crimson-haired mate Lily. The four are in circle around Mwasi’s pod made of green leaves and filled with soil.
Together in circle they rub their palms together and then raise both palms out facing the out-stretched palm of the person sitting next to them and in a synchronized inhalation let out a strong “HUUUUUUUU . . .” for about 30 seconds and continue inhaling, chanting for exactly eleven minutes until they are all in the meditative seer-state.
Lily begins: “Giving honor, praise and thanksgiving to the Creator of all things, our Spirit Allies here and throughout the galaxies and universes, we acknowledge the elements from the four corners, above, below and within that nourish us and we are grateful for this moment knowing that it is the only moment that exists and that all is whole, perfect and complete.
Lysander says: “Ah.” And rings a bell.
Gardenya begins to play the flute. Jasmine is at Mwasi’s foot with palms outstretched toward the soles of her feet. Lysander hands Lily the palo santo burner and she wafts the smoke over Mwasi’s body.
The Silking Cloth
Lily is handed a silking cloth that she uses in a circular motion over Mwasi’s face, ears, neck, décolleté to lift any remaining etheric, metabolic debris to allow for the medicinal essences to absorb deep into her cellular information.
Warm White Cloth
Lysander hands her a warm white cloth in which Lily unfolds and gently places over Mwasi’s face careful to not disturb the wound on her forehead and leaves it there until the cloth has cooled down. With the same cooling cloth she takes her finger and creates a pointed corner that she traces Mwasi’s hairline and ears. She unfolds the cloth and sandwiches each ear while wiping each ear down to the earlobe. Lily is handed another warm white cloth while handing the other to Lysander. Lily unfolds the cloth lays it on Mwasi’s throat and décolleté.
Spirit Mist
From the tray of sacred healing beauty art tools, Lily picks up a aromatic mister while her mate removes the cloth which is now cool from Mwasi’s upper body.
Holy Butter
Lily generously mists her face, neck and chest with this fragrant healing mist then soon after before the dewy moisture has absorbed she applies a mandarin-colored butter merging the intelligence of the liquid air with the restorative lipid plant essences that will penetrate deep into her skin and then into her bloodstream.
Mwasi inhales deeply while still in slumber.
Crown
Lysander hands her a tiny gold vessel and she pours a couple drops of Divine Essence 2.1, a very precious oil into her palm, rubs her hands together and runs her fingers through Mwasi’s locks and then uses the pads of her fingers to connect with her scalp and massages the essence over her entire scalp invigorating her crown. Lysander drops a couple more drops onto her palm, while she then takes her fingers, dips it into the essence and presses the essence onto the crown of Mwasi’s head. Lily refers to the Sacred Beauty Texts shaking her head in the affirmative then makes eye contact with Lysander.
Lysander hands Lily an amethyst and white topaz head piece positioning it at Mwasi’s crown to amplify and power her cosmic consciousness and enlightenment and declares: “Crown Activation: “Be guided by the cosmic.”
Infinite Eye
Lysander hands her a 2nd tiny vessel and she pours a couple of drops of another essence into her palm and presses the essence onto the space between Mwasi’s eyes. Lysander hands her a lapis lazuli and azurite encrusted head piece and delicately positions them in between Mwasi’s eyes for psychic power and declares: “1st Eye Activation: “We are with you throughout time. Be guided by eternity.”
Throat
Lysander hands her a tiny jar and spatula and puts a pea size on the palm of her hands and she rubs her palms together then envelops Mwasi’s throat with the glistening cream. She takes a small brush and outlines her lips in the glistening therapeutic.
For divine communication and expression Lysander hands his mate a blue kyanite & angelite necklace and she delicately positions it in the center of Mwasi’s neck while declaring: “Throat Activation: “Your voice is a gift, a force and medicine who chant the message of the Eternals.”
Heart
While handing Lily the 3rd tiny vessel Lysander let’s go of the vessel before Lily gets a firm hold and the vessel rapidly crashes into the quartz floor. They all shriek and halt. Lysander steps off the altar and immediately begins to collect the broken pieces and dispose of them. Two flying columbines have flown over to Lysander’s shoulder for illumination.
“Lysander! It took us two million one hundred thousand sixty rose petals just to make an ounce of essence to go into that precious composition. Why did you let go before you knew I had it honey?”
"Lily sweetheart I thought you had it. Here . . ." Lysander reaches into a hidden drawer and extracts another vessel and hands it to Lily. They both handle the vessel with added care this time. Jasmine and Gardenya look at each other and giggle under their breath.
"Ok, ok, ok, let’s get back on track here Loves."
Jasmine and Gardenya both take a a deep breath and rub their palms together. Jasmine continues to ground Mwasi’s feet and Gardenya begins to resume the flute.
Lysander and Lily take a deep breath and rub their palms together. Lily pours a couple of drops of rose petal-rich essence onto her palm. Places the vessel carefully back onto the tray. She rubs her palms together and holds both palms over Mwasi’s heart and presses the essence into her chest releasing the velvety lush aromatic vapors into the air.
Lysander hands Lily a rose quartz and jade necklace suspended on a copper chain that she positions heart level on Mwasi’s chest for compassion and emotional balance and then declares: Heart Vortex: “Be inspired by the infinite.”
An uaccompanied beautiful little cacao-skinned girl with thick locks, clothed in white peers through the door crack and observes the session behind the veil watching every move.
Solar Plexus
Lysander hands Lily crystal waist beads and she lays the crystalline beads just above Mwasi’s navel. Turning to Lysander now who pours a couple of drops of essence from the 4th tiny vessel onto her open palm, she rubs her palms together and holds both palms just above Mwasi’s navel and presses into her body declaring: Solar Plexus Activation: “Freedom is encoded in your ancestral wisdom & traditions.”
Jasmine yawns and rolls her shoulders back and straightens her posture to stay energized during this lengthy process.
Sacral
Lysander hands Lily a second set of crystal hip beads and lays this set across her pelvis then pours a couple drops of essence from the 5th tiny vessel onto her open palm. She rubs her palms together and holds both palms just above Mwasi’s pelvis to activate her sacral life force and presses into her body declaring: Sacral Activation: “You are the sister/wife and sorceress of Creation.”
Primal
Lysander places two hematite crystals into Lily palms and she places them on the bedding in between Mwasi’s upper thighs. In position, Lysander pours a couple of drops of essence from the final tiny vessel onto her anticipating palm. Lysander turns to Jasmine and pours a few drops from the vessel onto her palm. She rubs her palms together and rubs the essence into the soles of Mwasi’s feet. Lily rubs her palms together and holds both palms in between the top of Mwasi’s thighs while Jasmine declares in concert with her: Primal Activation: “A tree without roots cannot stand. Always in all ways be rooted in the ancient.”
Lily, Lysander, Jasmine and Gardenya rub their hands together and direct the heart meridian of their hands toward Mwasi’s treated body, inhale and together chant “Ahhhhhhhhhh.”
Together they incant: “In the Spirit of Superwomen & Goddesses we declare ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE so work your power and whirl your magic.
It is quiet and the air is filled with the vapors of plant magic and intelligence. The little girl at the door smiles then turns to runs away into the labyrinth of halls.
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In the lush rainforest, the four sistar healers with joined hands encircle the young girl and declare: Be guided by the cosmic, Be rooted in the ancient, Be inspired by the infinite. Jasmine breaks her contact with the three, advances toward the young girl in her flowing white robe, looks into her sparkling eyes and says: “You are like a baby. A raw canvas. There is no past, no future only the present. This is a beautiful place to be. Are you ready to remember the mysteries within?”
A clink of glass awakens the girl who has been in a deep sleep, dreaming. She opens her eyes to two little girls in white staring at her while holding a ritual tray with a vessel of warm water and lemon.
It’s the end of the twilight hour just before sunrise and the girls have accompanied Gardenya and Jasmine into the Amethyst resting cavity to check on her.
Gardenya sits next to the young girl, “How did you rest and dream Dear?”
The young girl clears her throat, wipes her eyes then yawns. Jasmine the woman in the dream smiles at her patiently waiting for her response.
"I feel good. There was a beautiful dream with you two and two other ladies surrounding me and I think I am beginning to remember something. I’m not sure but the dream made me feel like myself again, whoever that is."
I’m so very glad to hear that Dear. I’d like you to meet my sistar Jasmine. She’s our Master Seer. She has a gift of seeing and may be able to help you remember who you are. but First drink. This will awaken the breathing spirits within you. You’ll feel a bit lofty with it." Gardenya takes the vessel from the tray the girls are holding and hands it to the young girl. Jasmine pulls a chair closer to the girl then turns to the girls. "Ani and Nolani go to Violet and prepare for The Morning Ritual."
The two girls nod "yes. Ani, the cacao girl who stood at the door during the resurrection session touches the young girl on her cheek then turns to grab, Nolani, the other little girl’s hand and they skip out of the cavity. Their bubbly giggles echoes the halls.
The young girl drinks the contents of the vessel as she looks up to Gardenya and over to Jasmine.
“Good.” Jasmine takes the empty vessel and places it on the table and says, “Give me your left hand.” The young girl obliges. Jasmine rubs her palms together, takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and goes into inquiry. There is silence for so long it begins to feel awkward.
After a deep inhale and exhale Jasmine finally begins to open her eyes. She takes the young girl’s left hand and examines it and turns to Gardenya and says, “I’ve NEVER seen ANYthing like this before. You are one of us, one of the Ah people, a rare breed who defy time and walk between dimensions and worlds. Most of us have at least two or three gift marks. And with those gift marks, we are responsible to share each gift with the community. If you do not share your gifts, your life becomes very difficult. My dear you have EIGHT gift marks. EIGHT! It makes sense that you would appear at this particular era in time with the Full Moon Abductions and the decay of humanity.
For now, we will call you AUSET, a goddess and sorceress; one who puts the pieces back together. Let us begin the process of you gathering your OWN pieces. Everyday you must engage in healing beauty ritual to restore what has been lost and activate every gift you have. Rest a bit more Auset. Tomorrow you will meet your community."
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The sleeping brut awakens from his deep sleep, shakes his head and rubs his belly. The girl is gone! He spots a trail of blood, rises to his feet, grabs his crystal weapon and follows the trail down the side of the cold stone mountain, reaches the shore right to the obsidian door covered in moss. He sniffs around the opening of the door frantically. With no visible way to enter he growls, takes a seat and lies in wait.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
A crisply cool jasmine-scented breeze top noted with chlorophyll blows through a lush rainforest onto our backs. We are an enchantingly beautiful band of women stepping onto cool white, glistening sands. The elegant feet of our tribe progress in a slow, flowing cadence toward the calm shores at the closing twilight hour of a full moon in Aquarius. Our exquisite feet are a spectrum of hues, some bare-toed and tattooed, some bejewel-toed and others soled in beast skins. Our faces are immaculately painted in gold, silver, copper and titanium while we giggle on the sands at sunrise, dancing to the majestic sounds of sistrum, finger cymbal, lyre and harp. We are an omniwork of benevolent goddesses who bring life to everything we touch and women of super power who can produce any and everything we desire to fathom. As the Sun rises to illuminate the planet, our majestic beauty is revealed to a garden of femininity like silky flower petals dotting the milky sands in rose, crimson, mandarin, citrine, peridot, violet and topaz.
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Year: 3,000,500 B.C.E. Gregorian Calendar
“YOU F*CKING BLOODY QUNT! Get back here!”
A girl of fourteen is abruptly awakened from her sleep and darts up onto her hands. She opens her eyes to a dark red hazy sky. Her hands are supported by the cold stone beneath her. There is a foul while odd scent in the air.
“I said get back here! I’m gonna kill you.”
The voices are coming nearer while the startled-awake young girl jumps to her feet and runs into a nearby dark cave to hide from harm. A high-pitch shriek travels through the air closer and closer to the cave while the young girl trembles and looks behind her, in front of her, above and below. She doesn’t know where she is, how she got there, who she is and w ho are these people?
“Get away from me. NO! You’re NOT gonna feed on ME. I’m free!”
The two characters are now in full view to the young girl. Heart pounding like a djembe, she trembles in terror praying not to be discovered by them.
The brut finally catches up to the one he pursues and grabs a lock of her flowing hair and wraps it around his left hand as she is yanked to her back on the cold stone ground. The woman screams so loudly the young girl’s ears begin to ring. The brut grunts as he mounts her while she kicks, bites and hisses at him. With his right hand he pulls out a jagged quartz crystal and smashes it into her forehead and she falls limp. He rips the chain off of her neck to free the key that dangles between her breasts. His grunts and breath becomes heavier and heavier with anticipation. His mouth is salivating and his nose is dripping as if he is starving. His body is shaking with hunger while he fiddles with the key. It falls to the ground and he growls. He picks the key from the cold stone from beside her cool and clammy thigh. Key in right hand, left hand on the lock, key engaged, the lock opens to the sacral garment that protects her sacral life force.
This monster of a being flings the outer flaps of the steel garment to expose her delicate pale skin. He grunts with heat and fever in anticipation of his hunger being satiated. Knealing at her pelvis, he pushes the limp woman’s body so that her naked opening is exposed to his face and mouth. He places his foaming hot mouth at her opening and inhales for at least six seconds. He takes a break as his head and eyes rolls back in his head. He goes down for another inhale, this time he inhales in a staccato rhythm to draw out as much of her flowing life force as he can take in, in a breath. Each time he inhales the creature’s stomach grows and glows. He continues to nourish himself through the inhalations of the sacral life force of the girl until he is full. With his final extraction he let’s out a hearty, “Ahhhh…” and drops back into a coma-like slumber.
As the young girl in the cave is watching she is traumatized, face streaming with tears. She can’t believe what she’s just witnessed and doesn’t understand where she is, how she got there, what this place is and who are these strangers?
It is now divinely quiet…utter silence.
A crawling creature from the side of the mountain with two front legs and a long tail slithers up and onto the sleeping brut. In the deepest sleep, he doesn’t budge. This is the moment the young girl needs. She knows she must get away now, before he comes to. Although she’s unsure of where she would even, she must get away from this scene.
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, the young girl very slowly tip toes out of the cave then she hears a soft-quiet voice calling out, “Please help me.”
The victim is still alive? The girl pauses for a moment wondering what to do. Leave quickly? Try to pick up the brutalized woman?
She calls out again: “Please help me.”
The young girl slowly walks toward the woman and now that she’s up close sees that it’s just a young girl like herself with a swelling and bloody forehead. The air is distinctly foul. The young girl hunches over the girl’s body quietly to collect the key from the ground and close the flaps of the sacral garment. She wraps her arms around the chest of the young girl to pick her up. She’s heavy, it’s awkward but both girls at a sacred hush make their way away from the scene of the brutal event. The brutalized young girl feels heavy on her shoulder while she’s between consciousness with only one eye to see.
“Where can I take you?”
With a very weak voice, the brutalized girl utters a broken directive:
“ . . . other side of this mountain at the shore
. . . a secret sanctuary
. . . will be looking for me
. . . make back before
. . . stronghold
. . . entrance for the night.”
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The girls journey quickly down the cold stone mountain toward the misty shore in the dark red hazy night. “Just around there. The door is concealed in stone.”
The girls arrive to the other side of the mountain at the shore where there was a solid obsidian quartz door covered in moss sea algae. “Here. We’re here.”
The brutalized girl put the center palm of her right hand on the stone and said “Aya Qunta.” Nothing happened. “My sacral force is low.” She rubs the center palms of both of her hands together as if she were trying to warm her hands. She lays both hands on the cold black stone and repeats, “Aya Qunta.”
The gargantuan black stone opens to a dark cave. She limps in as she leans on the young girl’s right arm. The stone entrance closes behind them quickly and as they progress deep into the cave there is light. The deeper into the cave they journey, there is light. The warmth of the light relaxes them. The air is filled with flying columbines whose bodies glow like little suns. As the girls enter the main hall they are greeted by women and girls of all hues and ages with sacral glow who hurry toward the girls in horror when they see how brutally injured their sister is. There is wailing, tears while two elder women take her off the arm of the young girl and carry her away.
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A single flying columbine soars through the dark red night air northbound to the other side of the cold stone mountain. All is still in the night as the glow from its little body lights up a path to survey the Full Moon abductions. From the sky view, the sacral glow of five bound girls in single-file are surrounded by quartz-clubbed soldiers dressed in black skins.
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In the main hall of this secret sanctuary, a gentle man leads the group away while the young girl stands in front of two women who remain. Lily says to Gardenya “I’ll go and tend to Mwasi. Gardenya please take the girl into Amethyst and I’ll meet you in METAMOORPHOSE shortly.
“Come with me dear. Let’s get you refreshed.” Gardenya is a stunning raven-haired beauty with the eyes of a wise woman who smells of jasmine and patchouli. The flying columbines illuminate the steps of the pair into a beautiful lavender-scented room made of amethyst quartz and selenite. There is a ground-level bed, chair and table with a gold vessel of water, small gold bowls of exotic fruit, nuts, seaweed and a gold platter of tiny vessels.
“Here."
Gardenya directs her hand toward the bed for the young girl to sit while she will take the chair across from the bed. Gardenya walks over to the cabinet opens the door and extracts a gold goblet, delicately closes the door and walks over to the vessel of water and slowly fills it.
“Please dear. Drink.”
The young girl hesitantly takes the goblet while looking at the tattoo on the palms of Gardenya’s hands. She takes a sip and places the goblet down on the table in front of her. What in the world happened to Mwasi?”
“She was attacked by a this . . . this, creature, beast-like monster and”… The young girl begins to cry “he did very strange things to her. I don’t understand what happened. He hit her with a big stone and…she stops the recounting of the story to change her stream of thought remembering that she’s in a strange place with strange people with even stranger events that are occurring.
“I’m so confused. This whole thing is like a nightmare, I don’t know what this place is and I don’t know how I got here. Why am I here? I don’t remember!!!”
Frightened, anxious and bewildered the young girl begins to hyperventilate. Gardenya slowly walks over to the bed to sit next to her and puts her arm around the young girl’s shoulder and begins to delicately caress the girls hand.
“There, there it’s ok dear. It’s going to be ok. You’re safe. Have no worries. Here . . . take a deep breath. All is well.
Tears begin to flow from the young girl’s eyes as she raises her hands to cover her beautifully sad face.
Gardenya puts her hand on the young girl’s stomach and says “let’s count to four together and breathe.”
Here with me now. Let’s breathe. Take a slow deep breath, through the nose and letting your tummy fill up. Let’s pause for two and slowly release through your nose to the count of four. Release all the fear, anxiety and sadness with me.”
The young girl breathes as Gardenya instructs and the rhythm of her breathing begins to slow. Gardenya takes one of the tiny vessels and pours a drop into a larger vessel. “Here dear, drink a bit of this.
Gardenya stands realizing that this is not the time to pursue the unfolding of this mysterious tragedy. She gathers the bedding and directs the young girl to recline.
Gardenya maternally runs her hands over the young girls thick, dark locks. Rest awhile Beloved One. Don’t worry you are safe now. No one and nothing can hurt you now.”
The elixir is having a quick effect as the young girl surrenders to the moment and into a deep sleep. Gardenya motions for all but two of the flying columbines to exit the room with her leaving it subtly illuminated and cozy quiet.
. : .
Two flying columbines lead us down and around a labyrinth-like hall to META MOOR PHOSE, a temple in this hidden sanctuary of crystal. There is a sign that reads “Resurrection In Progress” on the crystal door.
Gardenya’s tattooed, crystal and precious metal bejeweled right hand taps on the door and then her lovely feet enter into the sanctum. There are flying columbines surrounding the veiled circular tent like christmas lights. Through the netting she can see three figures standing around Mwasi lying on the inverted pod in a deep sleep. The scent of palo santo fills the air with a hint of sage as Gardenya steps up onto the altar to join Lily, Jasmine and Lysander.
“Ahhh . . . good you’re here. We’re ready to begin.” says Lysander
Gardenya: Perfect. The guest is resting, deeply.”
Lily: We’ve already bathed her and cleared her etheric. Just a few more moments in inversion and we can continue.”
The four gather all of the necessities for Mwasi’s Resurrection Odyssey: a libation vessel of spirits, a vessel of water, soil, a candle and the Sacred Beauty Texts. A representative for each of the five elements: Ether, Air, Water, Earth and Fire.
Lysander lowers Mwasi from inversion to horizontal, level with the four in circle now on their knees. He sits beside Lily as the cleansing bowl is passed around to Jasmine and then Jasmine hands the bowl to Gardenya who then passes it on to Lysander who has now settled in beside his crimson-haired mate Lily. The four are in circle around Mwasi’s pod made of green leaves and filled with soil.
Together in circle they rub their palms together and then raise both palms out facing the out-stretched palm of the person sitting next to them and in a synchronized inhalation let out a strong “HUUUUUUUU . . .” for about 30 seconds and continue inhaling, chanting for exactly eleven minutes until they are all in the meditative seer-state.
Lily begins: “Giving honor, praise and thanksgiving to the Creator of all things, our Spirit Allies here and throughout the galaxies and universes, we acknowledge the elements from the four corners, above, below and within that nourish us and we are grateful for this moment knowing that it is the only moment that exists and that all is whole, perfect and complete.
Lysander says: “Ah.” And rings a bell.
Gardenya begins to play the flute. Jasmine is at Mwasi’s foot with palms outstretched toward the soles of her feet. Lysander hands Lily the palo santo burner and she wafts the smoke over Mwasi’s body.
The Silking Cloth
Lily is handed a silking cloth that she uses in a circular motion over Mwasi’s face, ears, neck, décolleté to lift any remaining etheric, metabolic debris to allow for the medicinal essences to absorb deep into her cellular information.
Warm White Cloth
Lysander hands her a warm white cloth in which Lily unfolds and gently places over Mwasi’s face careful to not disturb the wound on her forehead and leaves it there until the cloth has cooled down. With the same cooling cloth she takes her finger and creates a pointed corner that she traces Mwasi’s hairline and ears. She unfolds the cloth and sandwiches each ear while wiping each ear down to the earlobe. Lily is handed another warm white cloth while handing the other to Lysander. Lily unfolds the cloth lays it on Mwasi’s throat and décolleté.
Spirit Mist
From the tray of sacred healing beauty art tools, Lily picks up a aromatic mister while her mate removes the cloth which is now cool from Mwasi’s upper body.
Holy Butter
Lily generously mists her face, neck and chest with this fragrant healing mist then soon after before the dewy moisture has absorbed she applies a mandarin-colored butter merging the intelligence of the liquid air with the restorative lipid plant essences that will penetrate deep into her skin and then into her bloodstream.
Mwasi inhales deeply while still in slumber.
Crown
Lysander hands her a tiny gold vessel and she pours a couple drops of Divine Essence 2.1, a very precious oil into her palm, rubs her hands together and runs her fingers through Mwasi’s locks and then uses the pads of her fingers to connect with her scalp and massages the essence over her entire scalp invigorating her crown. Lysander drops a couple more drops onto her palm, while she then takes her fingers, dips it into the essence and presses the essence onto the crown of Mwasi’s head. Lily refers to the Sacred Beauty Texts shaking her head in the affirmative then makes eye contact with Lysander.
Lysander hands Lily an amethyst and white topaz head piece positioning it at Mwasi’s crown to amplify and power her cosmic consciousness and enlightenment and declares: “Crown Activation: “Be guided by the cosmic.”
Infinite Eye
Lysander hands her a 2nd tiny vessel and she pours a couple of drops of another essence into her palm and presses the essence onto the space between Mwasi’s eyes. Lysander hands her a lapis lazuli and azurite encrusted head piece and delicately positions them in between Mwasi’s eyes for psychic power and declares: “1st Eye Activation: “We are with you throughout time. Be guided by eternity.”
Throat
Lysander hands her a tiny jar and spatula and puts a pea size on the palm of her hands and she rubs her palms together then envelops Mwasi’s throat with the glistening cream. She takes a small brush and outlines her lips in the glistening therapeutic.
For divine communication and expression Lysander hands his mate a blue kyanite & angelite necklace and she delicately positions it in the center of Mwasi’s neck while declaring: “Throat Activation: “Your voice is a gift, a force and medicine who chant the message of the Eternals.”
Heart
While handing Lily the 3rd tiny vessel Lysander let’s go of the vessel before Lily gets a firm hold and the vessel rapidly crashes into the quartz floor. They all shriek and halt. Lysander steps off the altar and immediately begins to collect the broken pieces and dispose of them. Two flying columbines have flown over to Lysander’s shoulder for illumination.
“Lysander! It took us two million one hundred thousand sixty rose petals just to make an ounce of essence to go into that precious composition. Why did you let go before you knew I had it honey?”
"Lily sweetheart I thought you had it. Here . . ." Lysander reaches into a hidden drawer and extracts another vessel and hands it to Lily. They both handle the vessel with added care this time. Jasmine and Gardenya look at each other and giggle under their breath.
"Ok, ok, ok, let’s get back on track here Loves."
Jasmine and Gardenya both take a a deep breath and rub their palms together. Jasmine continues to ground Mwasi’s feet and Gardenya begins to resume the flute.
Lysander and Lily take a deep breath and rub their palms together. Lily pours a couple of drops of rose petal-rich essence onto her palm. Places the vessel carefully back onto the tray. She rubs her palms together and holds both palms over Mwasi’s heart and presses the essence into her chest releasing the velvety lush aromatic vapors into the air.
Lysander hands Lily a rose quartz and jade necklace suspended on a copper chain that she positions heart level on Mwasi’s chest for compassion and emotional balance and then declares: Heart Vortex: “Be inspired by the infinite.”
An uaccompanied beautiful little cacao-skinned girl with thick locks, clothed in white peers through the door crack and observes the session behind the veil watching every move.
Solar Plexus
Lysander hands Lily crystal waist beads and she lays the crystalline beads just above Mwasi’s navel. Turning to Lysander now who pours a couple of drops of essence from the 4th tiny vessel onto her open palm, she rubs her palms together and holds both palms just above Mwasi’s navel and presses into her body declaring: Solar Plexus Activation: “Freedom is encoded in your ancestral wisdom & traditions.”
Jasmine yawns and rolls her shoulders back and straightens her posture to stay energized during this lengthy process.
Sacral
Lysander hands Lily a second set of crystal hip beads and lays this set across her pelvis then pours a couple drops of essence from the 5th tiny vessel onto her open palm. She rubs her palms together and holds both palms just above Mwasi’s pelvis to activate her sacral life force and presses into her body declaring: Sacral Activation: “You are the sister/wife and sorceress of Creation.”
Primal
Lysander places two hematite crystals into Lily palms and she places them on the bedding in between Mwasi’s upper thighs. In position, Lysander pours a couple of drops of essence from the final tiny vessel onto her anticipating palm. Lysander turns to Jasmine and pours a few drops from the vessel onto her palm. She rubs her palms together and rubs the essence into the soles of Mwasi’s feet. Lily rubs her palms together and holds both palms in between the top of Mwasi’s thighs while Jasmine declares in concert with her: Primal Activation: “A tree without roots cannot stand. Always in all ways be rooted in the ancient.”
Lily, Lysander, Jasmine and Gardenya rub their hands together and direct the heart meridian of their hands toward Mwasi’s treated body, inhale and together chant “Ahhhhhhhhhh.”
Together they incant: “In the Spirit of Superwomen & Goddesses we declare ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE so work your power and whirl your magic.
It is quiet and the air is filled with the vapors of plant magic and intelligence. The little girl at the door smiles then turns to runs away into the labyrinth of halls.
. : .
In the lush rainforest, the four sistar healers with joined hands encircle the young girl and declare: Be guided by the cosmic, Be rooted in the ancient, Be inspired by the infinite. Jasmine breaks her contact with the three, advances toward the young girl in her flowing white robe, looks into her sparkling eyes and says: “You are like a baby. A raw canvas. There is no past, no future only the present. This is a beautiful place to be. Are you ready to remember the mysteries within?”
A clink of glass awakens the girl who has been in a deep sleep, dreaming. She opens her eyes to two little girls in white staring at her while holding a ritual tray with a vessel of warm water and lemon.
It’s the end of the twilight hour just before sunrise and the girls have accompanied Gardenya and Jasmine into the Amethyst resting cavity to check on her.
Gardenya sits next to the young girl, “How did you rest and dream Dear?”
The young girl clears her throat, wipes her eyes then yawns. Jasmine the woman in the dream smiles at her patiently waiting for her response.
"I feel good. There was a beautiful dream with you two and two other ladies surrounding me and I think I am beginning to remember something. I’m not sure but the dream made me feel like myself again, whoever that is."
I’m so very glad to hear that Dear. I’d like you to meet my sistar Jasmine. She’s our Master Seer. She has a gift of seeing and may be able to help you remember who you are. but First drink. This will awaken the breathing spirits within you. You’ll feel a bit lofty with it." Gardenya takes the vessel from the tray the girls are holding and hands it to the young girl. Jasmine pulls a chair closer to the girl then turns to the girls. "Ani and Nolani go to Violet and prepare for The Morning Ritual."
The two girls nod "yes. Ani, the cacao girl who stood at the door during the resurrection session touches the young girl on her cheek then turns to grab, Nolani, the other little girl’s hand and they skip out of the cavity. Their bubbly giggles echoes the halls.
The young girl drinks the contents of the vessel as she looks up to Gardenya and over to Jasmine.
“Good.” Jasmine takes the empty vessel and places it on the table and says, “Give me your left hand.” The young girl obliges. Jasmine rubs her palms together, takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and goes into inquiry. There is silence for so long it begins to feel awkward.
After a deep inhale and exhale Jasmine finally begins to open her eyes. She takes the young girl’s left hand and examines it and turns to Gardenya and says, “I’ve NEVER seen ANYthing like this before. You are one of us, one of the Ah people, a rare breed who defy time and walk between dimensions and worlds. Most of us have at least two or three gift marks. And with those gift marks, we are responsible to share each gift with the community. If you do not share your gifts, your life becomes very difficult. My dear you have EIGHT gift marks. EIGHT! It makes sense that you would appear at this particular era in time with the Full Moon Abductions and the decay of humanity.
For now, we will call you AUSET, a goddess and sorceress; one who puts the pieces back together. Let us begin the process of you gathering your OWN pieces. Everyday you must engage in healing beauty ritual to restore what has been lost and activate every gift you have. Rest a bit more Auset. Tomorrow you will meet your community."
. : .
The sleeping brut awakens from his deep sleep, shakes his head and rubs his belly. The girl is gone! He spots a trail of blood, rises to his feet, grabs his crystal weapon and follows the trail down the side of the cold stone mountain, reaches the shore right to the obsidian door covered in moss. He sniffs around the opening of the door frantically. With no visible way to enter he growls, takes a seat and lies in wait.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
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